Uni- form or not, she was stunning. After church, Jill mixed up a hot rum punch (with less rum) while I was starting a fire in the fireplace. When... she brought in the large mugs of punch, I couldn't help sighing over how idyllic the scene seemed! The warm glow of a crackling fire, the sparkling tree, the pleasant scent of pine mixed with the smell of rum and Jill's exquisite perfume, and especially the sight of beautiful Aunt Jill and her long, nyloned legs shimmer- ing in the firelight. I. Many thanks to OneSilky for her assistance in editing. * ‘Dad, can you pick us up?’ It was his daughter, Tara, sounding a little angry, a little scared, a lot flustered. ‘Mr. Freeman was supposed to, but he’s way late, and isn’t answering his cell phone.’ ‘That’s not like Tod. Something must have happened. What time is it? Hmm, quarter of four. Yeah, I’ll be at the bus loop in ten or fifteen minutes, okay?’ ‘Okay, Daddy. Thank you.’ Senge MacMillan (Mac to his friends, SaintGeorge to those who. "Too much wine," Almha slurred. The twins had said little at the meal, as was their usual practice. Now they had difficulty speaking even as well as they had learned to."Too much wine?" I asked, as the level in their glasses had hardly gone down at all. I had kept watch on that since they had never had wine before. They had often raised their glasses, but hadn't appeared to drink much."We refilled the glasses before we put them down," Airmid told me mentally, but with the same slur that Almha. Leaving Denise behind, Terry then had gone to the office of Mr. Raymaker, the school paper’s faculty adviser, to ask what was wrong with her story. She thought she had her answer in a comment she overheard another teacher making as he walked in with Mr. Raymaker.“Then I had Terry Griffith for fourth period civics.” the teacher had said. “Did you see what she’s wearing ... the legs do not stop. I say we flunk her, keep her here another year.”Mr. Raymaker had laughed at the suggestion.That little.